But young hearts mend easily, and hearts that own half of England have something better to do than to beat faster for love.

It is not love that matters, Mistress Boy, it is what you choose to do with it. What’d you choose to do with yours?

I believe in me, in my view of the world. I believe in my responsibility for my own destiny, guilt for my own sins, merit for my own good deeds, determination of my own life. I don't believe in miracles, I believe in hard work.

She was like a mother to me...and I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.

I had never seen a woman in such despair before. It was worse than death, it was a constant longing for death and a constant rejection of life. She lived like darkness in her own day.

We might, either of us, be Queen of England and yet we'll always be nothing to our family.

She looked at me as if for a moment she would seek someone who would understand the dreadful predicament of a woman, in this world ruled by men.